Midnight Snacking

For the past weeks, Zoe has been keeping me up till 2AM. Her sleeping pattern has drastically shifted for the worst! What used to be an 11pm or midnight sleeping time (egad, my mom is already going bonkers that I let her apo stay up this late) is now 2 hours late! I really don’t know what changed or how it started. It always goes like this:

(A little past midnight, we get into bed and hubby turns off the lights. All seems quiet for a few godly seconds. Hubby falls asleep easily and I hear his heavy breathing. Yep, he breathes heavily when he sleeps; I’m the snorer in the family. Then comes Zoe’s voice)

Zoe: Mom, I’m hungry.

Me: Zoe, go to sleep, everybody’s sleeping now. Just dede (no wonder I have no luck weaning her) and sleep.

Zoe: But mom, I’m hungy. I want to eat.

Mom: Ok, what will you eat?

Zoe: Uhm, chicken and rice. Come on mom, please

Now, how could I resist the little one?! I take 10 times the effort to carry myself out of bed to bring Zoe to the kitchen for her past midnight snack. When we get to the kitchen, she forgets about the chicken and rice she requested. Apparently, it’s warm milk she likes. So I heat her some, she sips a little. Then, she remembers there’s Milo in the cupboard, and she asks for some, too. But no, she stops me mid-air as I was about to pour water in the cup. She wants to eat her Milo, not drink it. When I tell her it’s time for her to go back to bed, she delays. She remembers the chicken and rice and asks for it. I still believe she might be hungry so I heat her some chicken. She toys with her food and doesn’t eat a thing! At this point I’m too sleepy to feel a thing, much less scold her for making a sucker mom out of me, so I eat the chicken and rice, and the Milo powder, too (hey, haven’t tasted Milo for a long time), and give the warm milk to Bailey, our dog. It’s no wonder most moms gain a few or more pounds, they end up eating all the leftovers! By now you must think I dread the evenings when this happens. Partly, I expect it so much I don’t dread it at all. I just think it’s part of my routine as a supermom. Yes, I’d rather think of myself as one because my daughter thinks I am anyway : ) And 5 years down the road, when someone would ask my daughter the question: “What makes your mom the greatest mom in the world?” I’d hear her say, “Well, because even if I get hungry in the middle of the night and look for chicken and rice, she’d get up, feed me, and keep me company.” Hopefully, she’d remember it right.

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November 21, 2007. Tags: , , . General.

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